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Indecisive
03:56
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Indecisive
Maybe I've had enough of - just giving it
just giving it the minimum
and maybe I've had enough of
just making conversation
There's no such thing as
making sense out of making up
and maybe there's no such thing as
defining one and one
Well poetry's for people who
can't take pleasure in a pure thing
and when I can't like nothing new
I find a way back to you
You force my hand
even when you know I can't
awake myself
you know I can't decide, but
I don't mind it here
but it changes oh so fast
I don't mind it here
it comes so easily
Can't decide what to do - just looking for
just seeking out the optimum
can't decide what to do with you
what the hell happened tonight?
You force my hand
even when you know I can't
awake myself
you know I can't decide, but
I don't mind it here
but it changes oh so fast
I don't mind it here
it comes so easily
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2. |
Heavy Lifting
03:41
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she don't wanna go out tonight
she don't wanna pick a fight
I wanna see her reckless side
dirty floors, cluttered rooms
in the dark she'll watch the news
watch me untie my shoes
keeps winning battles, losing wars
the smallest wars still add up
gotta wonder if we're young enough
tired wood, forgotten words
about tomorrow she's unsure
pauses each time before
she leans against the door
she thinks "I can't find a way out"
she's afraid that I can't see
how it weighs so heavily
how bad she wants a baby
beyond setting things right
can't keep up the lie
kinda doubt we're strong enough
myth of agreeing to disagree
hardly rests when she sleeps
there's really no compromise
with those tired eyes
she thinks "I don't want a way out"
she don't wanna work this hard
she don't wanna wreck this start
I don't wanna see her torn apart
steady hands open doors
more & more unfinished chores
she hesitates, fails to communicate
she thinks "I don't want a way out"
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3. |
Dry Eyes
04:34
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dry eyes
only say you're sorry so many times for
drinking, or whatever
I walk out the door
oh you'll say you're sorry but I've learned one thing
don't matter what you say, it don't mean anything
I walk the streets of Phoenix in my time of need
blowing trash replaces the tumbleweeds
I walk the streets of Phoenix, dry eyes burning red
can't take my mind off the words she said
she said I've been around
I've been let down
sometimes you swim, sometimes you drown
just try to keep your feet on that higher ground
I've got nowhere to go, no one I care to see
an inherited madness takes ahold of me
might be making eyes at some gal I know
but a betting man just put his money
on me going home
I stand on the corner, Roosevelt & Grand
might forget this nonsense and just start a band
I'm not the kind to raise a fuss, not the kind to lie
but this might hurt for a little while
might just say goodbye
I walk the streets of Phoenix in my time of need
blowing trash replaces the tumbleweeds
I walk the streets of Phoenix
kinda like walking the plank off a ship
sunken in desert sand and cold heartache
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4. |
Minor Injuries
03:47
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minor injuries
well we nearly died that night I let you drive
first it got loud, then it got weird
you said something about bad karma
but we walked away from it with only scrapes & bruises
you could see the hopelessness in the way she walked
maybe it was inherited, or blame it on the medicine
we started out just talking
but I came away from it with minor injuries
only scrapes and bruises
no leads, no lines, no lies
but you see we're still alive
same old weary hearts and wrinkled eyes
we were up all night, should have been a minor fight
it never got loud, it never got hot
we shoulda got out of that god damn town
but we ended up half drunk & broken (up?) again
well there's something raw - in the way she talks
always on a high note, maybe for a day or two
but when you really mean to break something...
you don't just smother it, you slash & burn
only scrapes and bruises
no leads, no lines, no lies
but you see we're still alive
same old weary hearts and wrinkled eyes
take back those angry nights
probably wouldn't if I could
shoulda walked away from it
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Shy 50c5
03:21
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shy
I've got no need to go, no need for luck
I don't need anyone
never needed complacency, all we need is some decency
but common sense returns to me
like the sky, covered sky
taken for granted on this December night
while I, I live and I smile
right before your frozen breath
gathering dust, an old AM radio
generic country songs keeping me warm
I've got no need to go, no need for luck
I don't need anyone
localized atrocities always gaining velocity
but smaller things occur to me
the warm, glowing warm
takes away anxiety
well amplify, ah tonight
right before your frozen breath
gathering dust, an old AM radio
generic country songs keeping me warm
busted knobs and rust, an old AM radio
ignoring the snow but keeping me shy
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